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gucci mane - bankroll lyrics

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got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothes
with the phone full of hoes and they trippin’ they yellin’
some pollin and they throw with some chatter by the dough
when some killer n-gg- standin’ by the kitchen
and now my n-gg-s gotta bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em
bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em
will bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em
i can’t go nowhere without that bankroll on it.

i can’t got your hoe in this dope you know my ..
a little short head chopper under my deep coat
so holly hoes won’t stop the guap, with the cops can’t stop
i drop my iphone crazy then my chop attracting,
and i spit my money faster, i got on seven diamond rings like your pastor
i was rhyming i wear bricks in my truck man,
sign year dead john, drop the chop man
huh i was in the counter plan so bottle bought man
i won’t .. get the front i get em down
selling the gram after gram never credit cars cash,
want some credit lot of n-gg- whole your debit card man,
get some p-ssy -ss some mouse so i call the b-tch pal,
since some saving now my money you should call me on ..
i’ve been serving n-gg- diamonds since the very young man
got a stash bag with some money , gun in my d-mn vein

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fortune .. straight ain’t i’m on the high speed chase
two hundred on the inner state ’cause i can’t catch no case
try to hit a gucci land but he won’t pick up the phone,
thinking like l chopper we can’t lose no laws
i love to stack my money up i can’t stand bank rose,
36 ounces in the brick i have more
that’s a forty ounce brick you get it for 24
old school light magic i no look p-ss dope,
i drop a brick just like puffin loaded droppin ..to
i ain’t never seen a drop bricks jump out the floor
old school dtl bricks stop in the dope
and i don’t stop that red lights everything is a goal

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i’m a mother-cking stoner, i put that sh-t on my mama
got my pills with me now you try me b-tch i’m a ..
you ain’t no b-llsh-t p-ssy boy, he’s a motherf-cking runner
for the jewel to judge the prosecution, the hand you’re on my ..
i can make cocaine, vacay straight to colombia,
cattle in station waggin’ four g upon them
got a man, got a man, got a man, got a man
man what you wanna span, i’m ridin’ with that f
from the birth with the young n-gg-s, they got hots in man,
i’m in the streets p–sy n-gg-s no such thing is fans,
i might pull up all blow with your block and your whole pot
drop a foe up would you wanna c-ck
you know lots she’s gonna pop.

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